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you told everyone your name was brenda and you had the whole party chanting b-dawgg by the end of the night. successful.
Pot didnt help. Now Im even sadder but now im afraid of the clouds and the crickets.
she is graduated, working for the school, and puking in the bathroom of a frat house. she wants brush her hair so she doesnt "look trashy". im in love.
and I was crying with the towel lady in the bathroom of the bar about the tragedy in Haiti. Then we hugged before I left and I gave her 10 dollars.
At the bar dressed as a taco. not a typo. Come down.
a lot of self evaluation comes after you have to clean up a trashcan of your own vomit and condoms
This morning I proved to myself and all the kids on the playground that I can't puke and drive.
And then I interrupted the father of the groom, to ask if she was "ballet or pole" in the middle of his story about his niece, the dancer.
Just crossed the line from casual pregrame to public intoxication. Shotgunning in a bus shelter.
im getting coffee to go get coffee.
Im throwing up in my trash can so I can go throw up in the toilet. We're basically on the same level.
honestly, i just want you to have sex with him too so that you can fully understand my appreciation of his dick as well.
today is just not my day... it could be raining penises and I would get hit in the face by a vag
I'm going to fuck every single member of the men's olympic swimming team and no one is going to stop me
There's a time and a place for everything. Except for getting wasted at a work event, puking in the parking lot, and sleeping in your car overnight.
At least one of us had a weekend full of money and dick
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